I read that this morning and recognized it as that which over the years I have learned to do. That which I already know, already do...ah, what I do with current pain.
The blinding truth came when I recognized it as the solution for what I do with my 2:00 AM rues, regrets and remorses. The pain most often mine is wrapped in those memories that I refuse to cede to God, my want-to holding me in thrall.
The big ah-ha? My want-to is not what I thought it was, to change the facts, as in to make my regret unhappen. But, no, my well-hidden want-to was to remain the victim of those regrets...self-inflicted wounds regretted are nurtured by guilt. Blame and shame's Miracle-Gro for sure.
There it is this morning in black-and-white, my personal evergreen instructions: Do not piss and moan and beg to be relieved of regrets, but pray thank you for the privilege of the painful memories.
Little known, less used fact: Welcoming transmutes, a.k.a., hug 'em and kiss 'em and let 'em go.
Thank you.
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